Yang Zhaolin looked up suddenly.

At this time, he finally knew why the Mathematics Union reopened Pei Xi's patent.

There must be old lady Duan’s hands and feet here.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being a member of the Duan family and will plan.

"She came to find your aunt in the morning," said Yang Lai's voice, "I asked your aunt to persuade Afu to help Pei Xi cleanse her. She knew her with the vice president of the Mathematics Union. Now, people took away our video without knowing it. After all, she was the only one who could do so much."

Speaking of this, Yang Lai also pressed his eyebrows.

He looked at Meng Fu and smiled bitterly, "A Fu, uncle..."

Meng Fu held the teacup and didn't care much, "It's okay, it has nothing to do with you."

Yang Zhaolin took a deep breath, picked up his cell phone and dialed the old lady Duan's phone number directly.

Old Mrs. Duan’s phone was quickly connected, and her voice seemed majestic and gentle on the other end of the phone: “Zhaolin?”

"Grandma," Yang Zhaolin tried to keep her voice as flat as possible, "Did you let Pei Xi's paper be unblocked?"

The voice from Old Mrs. Duan stopped for a moment and did not answer immediately.

Yang Zhaolin's voice slightly raised, and he lowered his eyes: "You sent someone to take away our surveillance camera, right? Don't you want us to submit direct evidence?"

"Zhaolin, are you blaming me? Did you forget who brought you to this now?" Old Mrs. Duan was arrogant without anger and her voice was cold.

"So, is it you?" Yang Zhaolin asked softly.

Old Mrs. Duan was silent for a moment, probably because she felt that she was sure to win, so she slowly said: "Why? Isn't it better to be harmonious with the family? I must let me do it."

This sentence is obviously an admission.

Yang Zhaolin's expression completely became cold.

He didn't speak out, but his phone was loud, and everyone heard Old Mrs. Duan's words.

The hall fell silent.

Mrs. Yang still sneered, she was not surprised by this.

Yang Zhaolin felt heartbroken. When Old Mrs. Duan forced him, he was not angry. Now he was really angry. He spoke in a hoarse voice: "Grandma, I don't believe you don't know. The paper was written by A Fu? You have always taught me to be upright, but what are you doing now?"

On the other end of the phone, Old Mrs. Duan sat on the chair.

This is the first time Yang Zhaolin was angry at her. Old Mrs. Duan smiled unexpectedly, "Zhaolin, are you angry? Very angry? You are so smart, you should have guessed that I didn't go to ask for your opinions in the morning, but just informed you. Regardless of whether you agree or not, there is only one result."

After Mrs. Duan finished speaking, she hung up the phone directly.

"Ba"

Mrs. Yang threw the cup.

Yang Zhao, Lin and Yang Lai, these two people were so angry that they exploded.

The person involved, Meng Fu, just smiled. She sucked a piece of paper and asked Mrs. Yang to wipe her hands, "Auntie, don't be angry."

"A Fu, you..." Mrs. Yang was stunned when she looked at Meng Fu with a smile.

Meng Fu reached out and dialed a phone number. His slender and white fingertips pressed against his lips, signaling Mrs. Yang not to speak.

The phone was connected, and there was a male voice over there, very gentle: "Student Meng."

Meng Fu raised his eyebrows, his voice still slow, "President, have my teacher contacted you?"

"I was in another place and I received a call from your teacher in the morning." It was Hao Yiyang.

"No wonder." Meng Fu held the teacup, "It was only yours who released the patent of the person who stole my manuscript."

"While my teacher doesn't know yet, handle your people."

Otherwise, the president will have to finish his life.

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